Dance of a Fox and Wolf
Masquerade balls. Not only a giant waste of of money, but also a waste of your time. Seriously, who the hell held Masquerade balls in the 21st century?
You stared at the gold paper decorated with red roses. Loopy cursive dictated where and when the ball was. A stupid invitation. You were about to crumble it, when something stopped you.
It was a little stamp, really nothing most people would notice. But you noticed and scowled. It was stamped in purple ink. It was a simple design, a bleeding rose and a sword crossed over a shield.
A stamp you recognized all to well. It was the family crest of a strain of ancient vampires.
Tossing it onto you bed, you headed for your basement. You were going to need some supplies.
You weren't really one who liked dresses. Heck, if it were up to you, every single one would be burned. They were hard to move in, hard to breathe in and just plain annoying.
The dress you were wearing was no exception.
Of course, the cross bow, silver stakes, holy water bottles and the few guns you had placed in the secret pockets in the skirt were probably why you had trouble walking. The several knives sewn into the corset were the reason you couldn't breathe properly. You were a walking armory.
The pearl's sewn into the bodice of your dress were filled with gun powder. If you could take him out with a stake, you could at least blow some shit up.
You flashed a fake smile at the guy standing in front of the mansions ornate door. He bowed, taking your invitation. You swept past him, wincing as one of your weapons clinked.
Thankfully he didn't hear it.
Reaching up, you adjusted the fox mask you were wearing. Yes a fox, because you were going to be cunning and kill the wolf in this herd of sheep. Walking around the edge of the crowd and dance floor, you looked about, waiting.
The vampire was here somewhere, maybe not in the open, but still here. You studied the party goers, most were already drunk from the champagne. They staggered about, masks askew.
You dodged them and glanced about again. No one was looking your way, good. You slipped away from the large dance hall and hurried through the silent corridors of the mansion.
The soft carpet muffled your footsteps and the swish of your skirt.
You paused, reaching into your corset and pulling out a knife. Hiding it in your palm, you began sneaking down the corridors again.
It wasn't until you couldn't hear the party anymore that you realized something was wrong. There where no servants bustling through out the halls. It was silent, void of life.
Correction, it was void of anything with a beating heart.
A man stepped out from an adjoining corridor, a wolf mask perched on his face. You tensed, fingers tightening on the hilt of the knife. His blonde hair shone in the flickering candle light.
" 'Ello ______." His voice carried a french accent. He smirked at your thunderous expression.
"Really Bonnefoy? Another frickin' ball?"
His lips twitched beneath his mask as he tried not to smile. You scowled, feeling the need to throw the knife at his head.
"It seems to be ze only way I can get your attention." He suddenly vanished and you felt a current of air sweep past you. The snap of a swirling cap and he was behind you, his arms encircling your waist.
You moved to stab him, but he grabbed the blade, wrenching it out of your grasp and flinging it down the hallway. He slammed you against the wall, grinning. You flinched at the sight of his large canines. His exposed skin sent waves of icy chill crawling across your skin.
"Why can't you just go rot in a coffin?"
He chuckled, leaning forward and nuzzling your neck. You shivered at the feeling of his beard stubble brushing against your neck.
"Zen I would never be able to tease ze greatest 'unter."
His grip tightened, making you yelp in pain. His dry lips brushed against the sensitive skin behind your ear. You smirked and he paused. Before he could react, your knee was up, slamming him in the crotch. He gasped, stumbling backwards.
Huh, he might have been a vampire, but men were men.
He glared at you, his blue eyes watering behind his wolf mask. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.
"Always ze same greeting. It's like a dance now."
You rolled your eyes and scowled. "Dance of the idiot bloodsucker and pissed Hunter?"
He shook his head again, leaning in close and sliding an arm around your waist. Pulling you close, he nuzzled your face.
"More like ze dance of ze fox and wolf."
He grabbed your hand (The one that was just about to grab another knife.) placing your opposite hand on his shoulder. You glared, lips pursed.
You really hated him sometimes. The vampire was flamboyant and a complete ditz at time.
His lips twitched into a smile as he twirled you about the corridor. You sighed, trying not to roll your eyes.
It was almost relaxing. Almost. You immediately tensed up when you realized he had waltzed you towards the door of a large bedroom. You turned and looked at him. The triumph that had been in his eyes, flickered out and turned into panic.
"Remember what happened last time you tried this?"
He nodded slightly, his grip on your waist loosening. You smirked at how pale his already dead pale face became.
"Then back off."
He nodded again, letting his hands drop and backing up. You fixed your mask, then turned, heading away. A large hand wrapped around you wrist, yanking you back towards him.
You glared up at Francis. He just smiled sadly.
" 'Ow many 'undreds of years 'as zis gone on?"
You rolled your eyes, trying to wrench your arm free. He only held on tighter, lips pulled down in an almost childish pout.
"Ever since I was made immortal to kill you and your family."
He chuckled dryly, reaching up and tossing his mask away, letting you see his familiar face. You blushed and looked away, struggling to move your wrist away. He reached out, pulling your mask off.
"You might 'ave killed my family, but yet you let me live."
"Yeah, well..... It's illegal to hunt Vampires now, you guys are nearly extinct."
"Hmmmmm." He hummed, leaning forward and nuzzling your neck again. You shivered at the feeling of his cold flesh.
"Maybe you don't want to kill me because you love me?"
The guy obviously hadn't learned from last time. Your knee went up, but he had been expecting it. His hand gripped your knee and you squeaked. He chuckled, his face still resting in the crook of your neck.
"Your 'eart beat is erratic mon amour."
His other hand snaked up to your chest, pressing against your bosom. You glared, trying not to shiver. His skin was so cold, unlike yours.
"Yeah, well you're just a few touches away from me screaming rape."
" 'Ow many?"
"What?" You gave him a WTF look, not understanding at first. He let out his deep, strange laugh, and smirked.
"I want to make zem count."
Your hand came up, smacking him across the face. He gasped, eyes wide, then turned to you, the smirk returning.
"Still so fiery."
He closed the gap, pressing his icy lips to yours. You kissed back, sliding your arms about his neck. His hands found your waist, pulling you against his chest. You relaxed into the kiss, allowing his hands to roam up and down your sides.
He pulled away and smiled gently. " 'Appy 605th anniversery mon amour."
You shook your head and giggled. "Just shut up and kiss me."
He complied, smiling triumphantly.
Two hours later, you sat with the man in a large foyer, sipping wine. Francis sat next to you, his fingers twined in your hair.
"Why did you bring so many weapons?" You looked at him and smirked, fingering one of the blades you had taken out of your corset. He raised an elegant eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate.
Shrugging, you took another sip of wine. "I know how much they.... excite you."
His face flamed red. "What?! 'Ow did you know?! I 'ave never professed liking such a perverted desire!!"
"You just did." You laughed as his face turned even brighter. Turning away, he began muttering in French.
"Let's skip ze charade. Marry me." You paused, giving him another WTF look. He grinned, leaning forward,pecking your lips. You shook your head an sighed.
"Nope.... I prefer it this way, our never ending dance."
He nodded, slipping an arm about your waist. Resting your head on his shoulder you sighed and smiled.
You really did prefer it this way. It was more exciting, something you never wanted to end.